Page 71 of The Innocent

Ace shared a look with Cross and folded his arms. He was getting the impression this wasn’t going to be casual small talk. The president and VP had an agenda. Jekyll had been with the club long enough to know when he was approached by these two, there was a problem.

“I’m thinking you both got something to say,” Jekyll said, shifting his gaze between them. “And since we’re not in a meeting, guessing it’s personal.”

Ace lifted his chin. “You tell us.”

Jekyll immediately went on the defense. “Tell you what?”

Ace stared back at him. It was Cross who spoke. “Heard from Imogene again?”

He tightened his grip on his handlebar. “No.” He sighed. “Is that it?”

Ace smirked. “Need a little more.”

“Like what, Ace?”

“Wanna know how deep this thing with you and her is.”

Jekyll clenched his jaw, grounding his teeth. “It isn’t.”

Ace held up his hand, reading Jekyll’s anger. It’s what made him a good president. “Not saying it can’t be, Jek. We just need to know.”

“I got the same bullshit from Hyde the other day. Don’t need it from you guys.”

He started his engine and grabbed his helmet.

“Well, maybe that’s because we’re all seeing something, Jek,” Cross said.

“Then you’re all seeing it wrong.”

“Are we?” Ace challenged.

Jekyll was done with this conversation. Unless it directly affected the club, he wouldn’t entertain any discussion involving Imogene.

“Yeah.” He shifted gears and passed them in the driveway, turning right onto the street.

He was just past the clubhouse when he slowed down and came to a stop. He waved at the van backing up to the front door. Friday night parties were usually smaller than Saturday night, but they still had a decent crowd. Two brothers rounded the van, and one started to walk over to him.

“Where you going?” Gent asked.